
As the thoughts cross my mind, my stomach turns, causing this gut wrenching feeling every time. The fear and anxiety was way too much to simply shrug off and disregard. I couldn’t just simply forget, and walk past it on a clean slate.
I can fight this until the moon no longer rises, but it won’t change the feelings harbored inside of me. It won’t change the impressions, dents, and holes its created in my being. I don’t dare offer something that does not have a solid foundation, as it would be unfair. In this case, the foundation is warped, broken, and weak, as its fallen to the wrath of many different elements which eventually took their toll.
I gave something treasured away, for safe keeping, protection and love. Though one too many times was it returned shattered into a million pieces. Reconstructing the same ting over and over again, watching the same old pieces crumble, and break a little bit further each time. Before I realized it, the pieces became just that… pieces. There was nothing left to be put back together. Its been broken too many times, the pieces no longer have a place, other than being scattered on the floor.
I’m not entirely sure what the expectations were, but being chained by this is not what I want. Fighting something everyday that drains the life out of my, and devours my last ounce of energy; that’s not a life I want. I’ve done that before, and ended up a broken hollow person.
Giving voice to this, sheds much needed light on the situation, causing some wheels to turn, and a heart to break. Though, that alone can be hurtful; try walking a mile in my heels. Being at a state of contance; mending your heart and world over and over, after the wrath of the hands that are supposed to hold you, protect you and love you, tear it apart.
Neither comprehension nor learning can take the place in an atmosphere of anxiety.
